Sunday, March 3, 2019

Vacant Chapter 14 Home

Margies been coming by every night to permit sure I seduce food or whatever. We would talk for a modest darn. Emily stops and visits toward the door. Im guessing she hasnt shown up tonight because she saw the car come out front.I yawn, plainly non because Im bored. I could listen to Emily talk ever stand firmingly somewhat the six days I missed out on. Im wear upon though and the days I went without restful sleep atomic number 18 showing.You are so tired, Ethan. We stack do this tomorrow. Her hand slides worst my face as a warm smile takes over her features.I stand to top toward the bedroom, and she turns to make her bed on the couch.Emily? I question her. I was hoping we could go to bed. The, well, duh, disembodied spirit she gives me, and then returns to making her bed tells me shes not belowstanding my meaning. No, ummmwhy am I so nervous to say this?I hair curler my eyes at myself.Like, together, I say as I flavour to the doorway of the bedroom, in here.Her ey es get long, owl huge, and I examine my mistake.No Not kindred that. I nevertheless. I stimulate messed up so much I motivation to get something right, so I pause and collect my thoughts.No more than sleeping on the couch, Emily. Were adults who love each other. I dont want to be apart anymore. go to bed with me and sleep. Nothing else. I want her to understand that Im not pushing. I want her close, tho I dont want her to be uncomfortable. This is a monolithic step forward for us.You, me, pajamas, and sleeping I decide that perhaps a little lighthearted humor wont hurt. And by chance a little more of the snuggling.I go forth behave.I put on full length pajama pants over my boxers and t-shirt.I get under the sheet, consist flat on my back and cross my hands over my stomach.I wait. Patiently? No.Emily enters the bedroom from the bathroom, and I can tell shes nervous. Im not sure if her anxiety is because of the prospect of sleeping with me or that she is wearing a tank and panty set Im pretty sure was intended for a toddler and not a full grown woman.I can tell her nipples.And herIm definitely in trouble.Do I tell her?I have no idea what the protocol is for divulging sexual history to a prospective mate.Mate?I roll my eyes at myself over again as images of Emily and me wrapped in fur coverings shoot through with(predicate) my mind. Im rail around with a spear shouting, Me man, you woman. Its totally ridiculous that Ive reverted to a prehistorical mindset. If I were a caveman, Id have an easier time with the subject at hand. Id just grab Emily and shove my penis in her vagina with nothing more than grunts. existence without conversational language skills has its advantages theres no way to explain everything.My thoughts have veered glum course, and I need to focus on the woman crawling up the bed like a cat hunting a mouse. steady though I havent admitted it to myself, this is one of the reasons Im so mysophobic of this thing with Emily. w aken and the topic of sex have always been off the table with her. We have never discussed previous experiences. Id always natesumed Emily was a virgin, but maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part since she came to me at a young age. Im not naive enough to think that teenage girls arent having sex. I just didnt want Emily to be one of them.Being nervous about Emilys sexual experience, or lack thereof, isnt my plainly reason for pause. I dont bed whether or not I should divulge my history. Part of me thinks it plays a huge part in things, while the other part of me says it doesnt matter. Im torn and dont get it on which is right. I know honesty is the best policy, but will it do more harm than good in this case? Ethan? I behavior up and see those expressive eyes. She needs my comfort and acceptance. Even though I made it clear we are only sleeping tonight, it seems like she is clam up trying to persuade me to do more. How else would you explain the tiny underclothes and feline-like assumements? If I dont stop this dead in its tracks now, I know I wont. Things will go too far too fast.I pay my arms in invitation, hoping she gets the message without hurt feelings. Just lay down with me.Why is she giggling?The haze from sleep is slowly lifting, and the morning sun shines through the window. I want to recap the events of last night before I open my eyes and look at the most important somebody in my life.Ethan? Emily whispers.Hmmm, I answer to let her know Im awake. Her hand is on my stomach, under my shirt, where she strokes the hair just above my belly button.Can I tinge it? Emily breathes in a hushed tone.My eyebrows furrow with my eyes as yet closed.Touch what?Another giggle.Emilys hand slides down a little further, and a finger dips inside the waist of my pajamas.WhoaI grab her wrist to still her movement, but she tugs away. I want this, Ethan. I want this with you. Please dont make me beg you.The last thing I want is for Emily to connect minu s feelings to sex with me, but I never came to a resolution last night. I am not sure how much to tell her, but I dont think dwelling on it any longer will help me decide. Im going to have to throw a bone and see her response.We need to talk, Emily.Later. Its a bold statement on her part, but I cant deny her as her hand moves under my waistband. Im ashamed to say that Ive denied her specter for too long, and I dont want to wait for another second. Her lips move to mine, my oral fissure automatically opening. I want nothing more than to swallow her livelong but settle for the wishss of her tongue on mine.Her fingers play under my pants, flirting with the idea of moving lower. My hands have been flat against the mattress until now, but I cant stop their journey to her arms, then back. Knowing she is budgeing me considerably gives me the courage to do the same. My hand floats to the crest of her ass, gliding across her flesh. She moans, bounteous me the courage to extend my care ss to her bare flesh beneath her panties. My touch is tentative because I want to get this right.Yes, comes her strangled plea.We continue kissing with nips and tugs of lips and teeth my hand moves to the top of her thigh, then down to the dip where her ass meets her legs. She pushes toward me, her pussy opening to meet my waiting hand. I dont have to bet far before encountering slick skin, eager for my attention. Her breath stutters as my fingers demoralise to move, stroking her.Her hand moves to touch me, her thumb rubbing my gallery, spreading the pre-cum. Her touch feels so good that I move my sass away from hers, dread Ill bite her. Instead, my teeth graze her jaw then continue to move lower. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting more of her. Ive imagined what her nipples look like taste like. I want to know that my fantasies dont compare, even a small portion, to the reality. But this is not a fantasy. This is someone I care about, dream about, someone who matters an d this has to be right.I pull her tank down, exposing her breasts. My mouth immediately latches on, suckling and lapping at the darkened peak. My fingers massage while my tongue caresses, and in only a few seconds, Emily is panting and writhing. Her head falls to my chest as she stiffens in my arms. Ive never felt so satisfied, despite not having my own release. But it doesnt matter, because I know that this is only the beginning. This is the world-class of many endows I hope to give her.After I make her get dressed completely, we sit at the kitchen table for a much needed discussion.So, youve never.? I start.No.While Im deliriously happy Emily is a virgin, I also know the pain associated with the first time for a woman, and Im not looking forward to inflicting that. I want to give her pleasure, not pain.What about you? Emily asks followed by a big discharge of air. Never mind thats a stupid question. Of course you have. I mean, look at you. I open my mouth to answer her, but she doesnt let me.No, tell me. I want to know. How many?And there lies the crux of my problem. Im afraid to tell her, because if she knows, will she still trust me with her most precious gift?

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